En Nogales

Then
being small when
in Mexico
at tía Lupe's
we had to go up
up the tall trailed hill
in the yellowing mornings
                      "suban el cerro
                       por dos baldes de estiercol
                       y uno de péchitas
                       ándale Chalo
                       lleva los buquis
                       y no anden jugando"

A paradise laughing two weeks in rain shimmering summers

                       al otro lado
                       allá por la cañada
                       de la cinco de mayo
                       eramos hijos
                       de tu acá y allá
                       con Lupe enojada
Hoy
being small
U.S. in style
we maybe sometimes are found
dentro de un auto brilloso
chingando y mentirosos
gritándole a un celular